Soft rain on the window pain
A swift dart in a lonely heart
A powerful drug in a one litre mug
It went to my head, now that feeling is dead
Now all I have left is a heart that’s bereft
Vain obstinate hope with which I can’t cope
Bitter sweet refrain which will always remain.
© Zoe Younger
Found this among some old books. Obviously, I felt bad at the time but, now, too many years later? I have no idea what this was about!